What hast thou rightly said or done?
What grace attain'd or knowledge won,
In following after God?"

"I have learned in whatsoever state I am, therewith to be content."

Phil. iv. 11.

THE Christian would not have his lot

Be other than it is;

For while our Father rules the world,

We know that world is his.

We know that he who gave us life
Will all we need provide,
Assur'd that every good we ask

Is evil, if denied.

When clouds of sorrow gather round,

Our bosom knows no fear;
We know whate'er our portion be,

That God will still be there.

And when the threaten'd storm has burst,

Whate'er the trial be,

Something still whispers in our heart,

"Be still, for it is He."

What hast thou rightly said or done? grace attain'd or knowledge won,

What

In following after God?"

"I have learned in whatsoever state I am, therewith to be content."

Phil. iv. 11.

THE Christian would not have his lot

Be other than it is;

For while our Father rules the world,
We know that world is his.

We know that he who gave us life
Will all we need provide,
Assur'd that every good we ask
Is evil, if denied.

When clouds of sorrow gather round,

Our bosom knows no fear;

We know whate'er our portion be,
That God will still be there.

And when the threaten'd storm has burst,

W'er the trial be,

still whispers in our heart,

for it is He."

We know it is a Father's will,
And therefore it is good,

And would not venture by a wish
To change it-if we could.

Our grateful bosom quickly learns
Its sorrow to disown,

Yields to his pleasure, and forgets
The choice was not our own.

"Leaving us an example that we should follow his steps."

1 Peter ii. 21.

WHENE'ER the angry passions rise,

And tempt our thoughts or tongues to strife,

On Jesus let us fix our eyes,

Bright pattern of the Christian life.

Oh how benevolent and kind,
How mild, how ready to forgive;
Be his the temper of our mind,
And his the rules by which we live.

To do his heavenly Father's will
Was his employment and delight;
Mercy and love and holy zeal

Shone through his life divinely bright.

Dispensing good where'er he came,
The labours of his life were love;
Content on earth he bore our shame,
And now he pleads for us above.

"Neither is he that planteth any thing, neither he that watereth, but God that giveth the increase."

1 Cor. iii. 7.

LORD of the harvest, God of grace,
Send down thy heavenly rain;

In vain we plant without thine aid,
And water too in vain.

May no vain thoughts, like birds of prey,
Defraud us of our gain;

Nor anxious cares, those baleful thorns,
Choke up the precious grain.

Ne'er may our hearts be like the rock,
Where but the blade can spring,

Which, scorch'd with heat, becomes by noon
A dead, a useless thing.

Let not the joys thy gospel gives

A transient rapture prove,